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Chapter Fourteen
Her peace of mind barely lasted twenty-four hours.
The next morning, Blaise's owl arrived with an invitation for all to hang out at the Leaky that evening, against boredom on THE night out by excellence. The message also mentioned, that denying was not an option, signed Z.
Hermione doubted if the reason for the invitation was solely for the goodness of his heart and to avoid 'boredom'. Her eyes rolled while reading.
A second owl arrived shortly after, the parchment sealed with a distinct M, 'Wear something sexy, I'll pick you up at seven. DM.' The owl seemed to wait for an answer, and she penned her reply quickly. See if he can handle the heat, she thought.
In the typically feminine way, the next hour was spent choosing the proper attire, throwing option after option onto her bed, and the undergarments to match. All of it was subjected to the scrutiny look, being dismissed as it did not fit for the occasion enough, and seconds later re-added to the pile, for doubt. Her nails suffered under her nerves.
Ironically enough, choosing the underwear was the easiest, "I should choose the bra and then the dress, methinks."
-oOo-
On the other side of London, a certain wizard sought the comfort of a tumbler Firewhiskey before heading to the bathroom. His face needed a decent shaving, but he was shaking too much after her response. One, he read a few times to be sure he wasn't misreading it. 'I'll be waiting, you can Floo. Still, I can't say if I'll be wearing knickers…" His hellcat is playing with fire, and his mind kept thinking, how do you know if she's going commando?
She wanted to wait until after the pageant to date for real, a fact that was riling up his system, he was not a man to postpone a decision. Luckily she wasn't too much of a wallflower to deny herself, and him, a moment of pure pleasure. She didn't stop him, during any of their little encounters, as he pondered on those moments in the dressing room or at Blaise's.
Draco looked forward to tonight, crossing his fingers at the chance of a fumbling moment, if better wasn't in the cards, "Must not forget to send my buddy a bottle, this idea of his is brilliant."
Confident that his face was not going to suffer under shaky hands, he walked toward the bathroom, "I still have to tell my mother…"
-oOo-
At seven on the dot precisely, the chime of the Floo announced the incoming wizard. An impeccably dressed Draco stepped out of the hearth, rubbing a little dust off his blazer, and Hermione met him halfway, checking him out with a hum of approval. "You clean up nice, Draco."
"I have to, I'm accompanying a lovely witch." In return, he checked her out, stopping flirtatiously at her hips, to see if there were traces of knickers under her dress. As he found none, the corner of his mouth raised seductively.
Hermione brought him back to senses, "Ha-ah, not so fast, Draco, not all underwear is visible under clothes."
"You're suggesting I make a quick check?" He preyed on her, forcing her to retreat until her body collided with the wall.
"We'll be late." She sometimes forgot how Draco was a quick thinker. Her lips let out a series of quick breaths escape.
"We can skip the whole ordeal, and focus on the most imperative."
"I…" Her hands pushed at his pectorals, yet lacking convincing. "They...expect...us."
"They'll understand." He unhooked the only tightened button from his blazer, shrugging it off. The thick fabric was preventing him from feeling the heat of her skin on his chest. He pressed her harder against the wall, "Will you let me have a taste, please?"
"I have some roast left in the kitchen." Hermione squeaked.
"Very funny, love. I'm not hungry for food." Draco liked her throat up to her earlobe, biting in the little nub before whispering in her ear. "I'm hungry for a piece of a maddening," bite in the edge of her chin, "...smart-mouthed..." pull on her lip with his teeth, "...sexy..." his hands took hers, and raised her arms above her head, silver daggers piercing into her own eyes, "...future Mrs..." Draco's hot breath was consumed by her slightly opened lips, "Malfoy." He possessed her mouth, as a hungry man, tongue tasting her every corner.
Arms came down and snaked around his neck, while his hoisted her up, right under the globes and wrapped her legs around his waist. "I don't want to leave. " He spoke between their intakes for breath and crushing of lips.
"No, please." Her hands pushed his face slightly away, "Draco, I need…"
"What do you need?" He was humping against her core, her hips playing along in the rhythm. "Do you need me inside of you? Or my tongue licking your core until you come on my face?"
"Oh, Draco..." She whimpered, torn between the need to stop and finish the planned journey, and giving in to the feelings he woke up in her.
He sensed her turmoil and lead them to the sofa, nestling her on his lap, just like the day before. "Love, I don't want to force myself upon you. It's not how a decent relationship should start." It was unclear, if he was calming her down, or using the words to bring some sense into his mind, that was unmistakably in overdrive. His hands rubbed her arse, pulling the fabric higher up her waist. He remarked half surprised, and accusing, "You are wearing knickers."
She chuckled, "I can't go to a dinner between friends dressed indecently, Draco." His fingers were closing into her core, the tips brushing the crease between the curves. Her resolve was melting faster than an iceberg under the scorching sun, the hips arching in response to the sensations.
"You've got me all worked up, you know? I needed a me-moment under the shower thanks to your little scribbling." He kept nibbling at the column of her neck.
"Did I solicit such a reaction with only a few words, Mr. Malfoy?"
"No, not just the words. The memories of a sexy witch in her corset in front of me, of how she surrendered to my ministrations and came loudly on my fingers, memories I'm eager to repeat." His middle finger dipped all the way until the entrance, "Tell me to stop."
"I can't…" The friction of his hardness and the ghosting of his digit at her rear made it impossible.
"But you don't want to go all the way?" She shook her head, "Can I just have a little taste? Like yesterday? I promise to leave the whole dessert untouched. I only want an appetiser." Her nod barely gestured, or he flipped her on her back, raising the skirts of her dress high enough to uncover the lacy thing wrapped around her hips.
"You call these knickers?" Pulling them fast from her legs, he flipped the navy blue underwear as a flag. "They barely cover the basics!" Flashing the garment over his shoulders, he spread her legs, to admire the glistening centre of her body, "Nicely trimmed…" A wiggle of the eyebrows, his last warning.
He dived heads on, tongue entering her core to lap the juices, before focussing all his attention to the clit; his cheeks hollowed in suction, two fingers trailing the outlines of her entrance before thrusting in one move.
Hermione mewled, "Oh, fuck." Hands pushing the strapless dress down enough to uncover the bra, and snake her hand between the fabric, to play with her breasts.
"Play with your tits for me, that's it… you're a goddess like this." Completely attuned to her breaths, moans and jerks; he worked her to perfection, observing this time how her walls contracted around his digits, as she reached her peak. He drank her, lapped every drop release unable to hide his male pride.
Draco removed her wandering hand from his groin, despite the cost to his desire. "This treat of yours will be my nightcap, for when I bring you back home."
"Are you sure?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
"If I feel your mouth wrap itself around my dick right now, we're never leaving this place." He employed every ounce of control to subdue his desire, "I'll try to abide by your wishes, as long as you give me some playroom in between."
"Playroom?" Hermione was too spent to react with more than a pull of an eyebrow.
"Your pussy is my playroom." He cupped her between her legs, before getting off of the sofa and pulling her with him. "Put on some other sort of knickers, woman. This type of underwear is for my eyes only…"
"Nobody sees it unless you raise my skirts in public."
"The thought counts as well." He pushed her into the hallway, with a pat on her arse, "Move, witch. We're going to be too late." Hermione refused to move an inch, and he grabbed her hands, pulling her behind him. After the third attempt, he found her bedroom. Her underwear drawer wasn't hard to find, in her hurry, she had left it half open.
Pushing it open, he slack-jawed, "So many?"
"Secret pleasure."
"I'll have to add more room inside my closets if you're bringing this much."
"I don't own much clothing. I only have a weakness for lingerie," Hermione opened the doors to her wardrobe, "See?"
"I already know which my next investment will be." He fumbled in the drawer, searching for a matching piece, yet less revealing. What if Blaise got a look? He felt a gotcha moment when he finally found his choice.
"What's that, Mr. Malfoy? A seminar on how to have more self-control?"
"I have myself perfectly in hand." His palm rubbed suggestively over his groin, which was calming down as he fiery hoped for; the last thing he needed was falling victim to Blaise's assertive look when they joined the group at the Leaky.
Despite his plan, the rubbing caused the opposite effect, and his trousers tented once more, very notoriously. "I mean, all these undergarments need a decent amount of robes to go with it, Miss Granger. My calculations at the moment point at one dress for every three sets."
"Make it four."
"Even worse. It urgently needs to be inverted, hence my need to enlarge the ensuite." He waited long enough for her to put on the knickers, and rushed her to the Floo.
"Wait, I need to check on my appearance." He rolled his eyes, while she reapplied the charms to her hair and added a new layer of lipstick.
"You look astonishing, now let's go."
"Remind me again why we are arriving late?"
"I wanted an appetiser."
-oOo-
As it turned out, they weren't the only couple to be late. The organiser of the event himself appeared minutes after Draco and Hermione, with a dishevelled look, Daphne carried herself better, but if you looked closer, the makeup also had received a not so perfect retouching.
Yesterday's back to the eighties party had smashed the boundaries. On all of them.
Regarding Theo and Luna, there was no the surprise. Luna forced Theo to wait with making it official, but it was just a formality. The couple just couldn't stay away from each other, Theo acting like a complete marshmallow in his worshipping. Needed a drink? Feeling hungry? A hug or a soft kiss on the top of the head. Constantly touching.
"My mate looks like a damn Hufflepuff." Draco kept her close to his body, arm around the waist.
"I find it adorable, he's clearly head over heels…"
"Do you want me to pamper you like that?" Would he do it? Probably…
"I would probably ask you if you felt sick." Hermione slapped playfully on his face, "I don't mind you getting me a drink, but this…" finger pointed at Luna and Theo's non-stop cuddling, "Would suffocate me. I can take care of myself."
"But, I don't mind bringing you a drink so-"
"Now and then." She finished his sentence. "Not the whole time. I know how to take care of myself!" He pulled her tighter and kissed her on her hair. "You know me so well, Draco."
"No, I understand that if I overstep, you'll put me in place in the blink of an eye." He helped her take her seat, next to Harry's. "Potter, can I ask you a question?"
"You just did," Harry sat down his glass.
"Why are you doing this whole blind thing, if you have your woman right there?"
Ginny beat Harry at answering, "Because we started it as a relationship test, would we choose each other during those blind sessions? The rest is only for fun… I can't wait to see my boy wiggle his arse on that stage."
"Wiggle?"
Pansy slid across the table with much noise, "Draco, darling. The pageant is a request of the entire board. Blaise here wanted to see the female attributes, we wanted pretty much the same. So work out on those abs, and yes, you'll have to wiggle. Hermione deserves her man candy."
"Who do you think is the best man candy, Pansy?" The girls were in the teasing mood once more.
"Hermione, do you mean per house?" Finger tapped against the cheek, "I'll do Slytherin and Ravenclaw. You tell me about Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, deal?" The brunette agreed, "Ravenclaw? Goldenstein if he keeps his mouth shut."
Ginny agreed, "He makes you want to mute him twenty-four hours a day…"
Hermione nodded, eagerly, "In Hufflepuff, only Cedric was really worth watching, Merlin rest his soul. The rest is just bland."
"Michael Cormac knows how to-"
Harry muffled Ginny's further elaboration of her escapades with the ex-boyfriend, adding the hilarious moment to the table. "We don't need to know the details, sweetheart." The rest smirked, as Ginny kept talking behind the hand.
"Pansy, we need the juicy stuff." The Gryffindor princess dared the Slytherin to take the bait.
"From the snakes? Daphne, help me out. The three best men-candy, are sitting here at our table. But when it comes to the first place…"
"Hmm, dangerous field, Pans…" Daphne warned her, it seemed as if the three men puffed up their chests. But the decision wasn't hard at all. "I guess, I have the winner in my possession."
"I'm sorry, Hermione, but Daph' is right. If it's a consolation, it comes down to peanuts about details. Our chocolate candy over there works out more than your blondie and marshmallow over there."
It was as if Blaise grew inches taller.
Hermione whispered to Draco, "I wouldn't trade you. I like your tongue too much."
"Wait until you make acquaintance with another body part of mine." It stung being a second, work out my arse… the bloke sat more on his lazy behind than me.
Daphne asked above the rim of her glass, "It's your turn, who's the hottest stud on the lions' side?"
"None of the two sitting here, I'm afraid." Ginny fully agreed with Hermione's assessment, faced Harry in apology, "You do look good, but there's someone else who looks hotter in our Gryffindor."
Not happy with the outcome, Ron bit off, "Who then?" Pansy's rubbing on his thigh calmed his temperament but only that much. Draco felt it as a personal victory, scarhead is also second.
"Neville." Not one witch disagreed.
"Second that." Ginny rubbed it in, with a hidden agenda. One for between the sheets…
"Us too." The girls toasted in agreement.
-oOo-
"I'm glad we have Sunday the pageant," Theo mumbled into Luna's neck.
"You're wrong, Theobear, it's first something else, right Hermione?"
"Yes, Luna, they only talk about parading this weekend, but it will there's still another test in between." Draco just fed her a piece of treacle tart, and she answered between bites. The hand was ready with a second piece, but it held up mid-air. The grey gaze looked suspicious. "There's the job-shadowing first."
Ron spoke up, in his mouthful way, "We're going to shadow a job?"
"No, dummy." Pansy's hand was eager to swat him in the head, how often had she already told him, to swallow first and speak after? "You're going to do a day's routine with a house-elf."
"Including diaper change," Blaise spoke through his teeth, that part right there was far from his favourite.
"Where are they going to find all those babies? Poor souls..."
Daphne asked a logical question, but Hermione had it all covered. "They will be puppets, magically tweaked to respond like a real baby. The elves are seeing to that."
"To get this straight," Harry needed confirmation, "We'll be doing what a house-elf does, including the baby-changing part?"
"Yes, Harry. Since we've worked it out, I can't shake my mind off that song from Queen, you know?"
Both sang it simultaneously, "I want to break free." Harry broke in a burst of laughter, "I'm not wearing a frilly apron, Miss Granger." The rest didn't understood the joke, and Harry decided to show it on a later moment.
"I have no say in the matter. As it turns out, that part is coordinated by Molly with the help of Professor McGonagall."
"What does that old bat have to say about it?" Draco received a nasty look.
"The majority of the house-elves assisting in this test, come from Hogwarts. They seem eager to force you into the nastiest jobs." Hermione seemed to enjoy an inside joke.
"You do realise that all we the blokes have to do, you witches are expected to do the same, right?"
Pansy looked horrified at her hands. Daphne the same but more composed, only Hermione and Luna smiled, not it was evident if it was equally meant.
Ginny shrugged, "There's always soap…"